15. Self-Produced and Self-Sold

Ren Xiaosu walked away in a sullen mood. He wanted to give the young doctor a meal directly, but his reason was untenable. After all, his original purpose was to grab someone else's job.

A doctor must be a doctor. Ren Xiaosu agrees with Yan Liuyuan's point of view very much. Doctor is indeed a profession that is very easy to be thanked by others.

But how do you become a doctor without medical skills?

After he got to the school, he had been thinking hard, and then he suddenly thought of the scene where he came out of the pawnshop last night.

The woman cried and cried at the door of the clinic, and the man was bleeding profusely, and finally stopped his heartbeat.

Ren Xiaosu inadvertently looked at his tiger's mouth, hey, the wound that was originally infected has actually scabbed over today.

It turns out that the black ointment can not only reduce inflammation, but also make the wound heal quickly? !

Ren Xiaosu has been injured, so he is very aware of the human body's self-healing ability, like a wound as deep as a sparrow pecks out, don't even think about the initial scab formation within seven days.

Wait, Ren Xiaosu seems to have thought about how he should be a doctor. The doctor in the clinic can only be a doctor by cheating and bragging. Now that he has such a magical medicine, why can't he be a doctor?

Wouldn't it be over if he opened a stab wound specialist clinic, when the patient came, sewed the wound, and then applied that black ointment and it was over!

When the old doctor was still there, he said that he didn't do this kind of suture because he didn't have the conditions for sterilization. Those germs left in the body can cause death, so the sutures are white seams.

The old doctor saw this very clearly.

But now Ren Xiaosu is different, he doesn't have to think about it at all!

Thinking of this, Ren Xiaosu had an idea, and he could even think of how to arrange Sister Xiaoyu in the future.

Sister Xiaoyu's plan for the future is to see if she can get some sewing jobs and make some money to live. But Ren Xiaosu felt that it was difficult. If she was in the refuge barrier, a lot of people would look for her.

But outside this market town, everyone is miserable, and the work of sewing and mending is done at home. Who would spend this unjust money?

And what Ren Xiaosu thought at the moment was, since there is no way to mend the clothes, then mend the wound, and I don't know if Sister Xiaoyu is dizzy or not...

Regarding this matter, Ren Xiaosu also specifically consulted Zhang Jinglin, the teacher of the school. After all, Zhang Jinglin knows a lot.

Zhang Jinglin looked at Ren Xiaosu in surprise: "Do you want to open a clinic that specializes in stab wounds? Do you have sutures?"

Ren Xiaosu thought for a while and asked, "What is a suture?"

Zhang Jinglin: "...Then do you have anesthesia?"

"What is anesthesia?"

Zhang Jinglin: "..."

At this time, Zhang Jinglin suddenly realized that Ren Xiaosu was not prepared for anything...

Zhang Jinglin said patiently: "You know that there are so many stab wounded patients in our market town, why has the clinic never done this kind of business? Not only the problem of bacterial infection, but also the lack of anesthetics and sutures, which are said to be barriers to refuge. All are lacking.”

Zhang Jinglin continued: "There is a lot of attention to the use of anesthesia. Less pain, and more pain, it is easy to cause sequelae. Not to mention the suture, not only the tension of the thread, but also its friction. Is the coefficient suitable for passing through human tissue."

"Oh, that's it," Ren Xiaosu waved his hand. "It's not a problem. If people die, it doesn't matter whether it hurts or not. I'll sew them with the sewing thread."

"What about disinfection?" Zhang Jinglin asked in a daze.

"I have a secret recipe!" Ren Xiaosu said.

In fact, just as Ren Xiaosu guessed, Zhang Jinglin didn't know everything. He had specialized knowledge, but the rest belonged to the level of "understanding".

So Zhang Jinglin suddenly found that he didn't know how to refute Ren Xiaosu, and finally waved his hand: "Go to your class, the next class is survival class."

On this day, Ren Xiaosu tasted the sweetness on the first day,

So I decided to drag the class again until it was dark before the get out of class ended...

At this time, there are still students who do not realize what kind of life they want to start.

When school was over, all the students were leaving. Ren Xiaosu saw that no one said thank you today, so he couldn't help asking, "Aren't you going to thank the teachers?"

As a result, the students shivered with fright, and quickly turned around to say thank you to the teacher.

However, Ren Xiaosu looked inside his palace with great regret, and there was not even a single thank coin...

Zhang Jinglin said before that it was normal not to be understood by the students when he was a teacher. Ren Xiaosu felt that he still had a long way to go.

When returning home at night, Ren Xiaosu saw the light in his shack while he was far away. Ren Xiaosu quickly opened the door and went in. He saw Sister Xiaoyu sitting on their tattered chair, sewing clothes for the brothers. Woolen cloth. Next to it were cooked polenta and wild vegetables.

Clothes are usually left in the shacks because no one steals them.

If you stole it, you have to wear it out, and you can be recognized when you wear it. At that time, it was strange that Ren Xiaosu didn't beat the thief to death.

After seeing the two of them coming back, Sister Xiaoyu smiled and said, "I came in without your consent. Your clothes are all torn. I'll sew them for you, so hurry up and eat."

Yan Liuyuan stretched out his hand and wanted to serve the porridge. This meal was considered luxurious in the market town. On weekdays, they all ate black bread or potatoes. As a result, Yan Liuyuan was slapped by Ren Xiaosu on the spot: "Thank you, Sister Xiaoyu?"

Yan Liuyuan was still very honest in front of Ren Xiaosu: "Thank you, Miss Xiaoyu."

Sister Xiaoyu said quickly, "Don't keep playing six yuan."

"I can get used to him, but no one gets used to him when I go out," Ren Xiaosu explained, and then he said seriously, "Thank you, Miss Xiaoyu."

"You're welcome," Sister Xiaoyu said with a smile, "what do you usually like to eat for dinner?"

Yan Liuyuan said, "We usually don't eat dinner."

"Then how can you, both of you are growing up," Sister Xiaoyu said.

For some reason, Ren Xiaosu suddenly felt that Sister Xiaoyu was supposed to be their sister. No one had ever told them that they were growing bodies or anything like that before.

"Sister Xiaoyu," Ren Xiaosu asked, "you are very good at sewing clothes. When our stab wound clinic opens, will you help us?"

"Knife Injury Clinic?" Sister Xiaoyu was stunned: "Why do you suddenly remember to open a knife injury clinic?"

"Because I have a secret herbal recipe to treat knife wounds, it can reduce inflammation and make the wound heal quickly," Ren Xiaosu showed her scars after speaking. Sister Xiaoyu saw that Ren Xiaosu's wounds had really healed.

Sister Xiaoyu thought for a while and said, "But there are far fewer fights in the market town. Before, ten people were injured every day, but now there is only one in a few days."

Indeed, except for the person Ren Xiaosu killed, and the man at the door of the clinic yesterday, it seems that there is really no fight.

Being touched into the house in the middle of the night is not counted, because in that case there is usually no survivors.

Ren Xiaosu pondered: "Should I cut them down?"

Yan Liuyuan was shocked at the time: "Brother, you are too ruthless, what is this, is it self-produced and self-sold?"

After Ren Xiaosu finished speaking, he quickly shook his head: "No, no, no, you can't do such a thing, you can't be carried away by interests."